Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 290 - 179 The Man Decides to Die_2
Chapter 290: Chapter 179 The Man Decides to Die_2
Chapter 290 -179 The Man Decides to Die_2
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Yan Shiyin turned around and rode away.
The clouds in the sky were gloomy, dropping a snowflake that landed on Chen Qing’s hair.
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Chen Qing extended his hand to catch a snowflake, “It’s snowing.”
“Shi Xintie, continue to guard this line of defense. Someone will bring you wine and meat shortly.”
“Only one jar of wine is allowed, if you drink too much, you’ll face the military’s rules!”
Having said that, Chen Qing turned and left.
Shi Xintie watched Chen Qing’s departing figure, just as his subordinates were about to cheer, he coldly said, “Drink? Drink my ass!”
The Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Iron Country immediately fell silent again.
“Divide into two teams, one for drinking and the other to guard the defense line!”
“If you let even one enemy slip through, I’ll have your heads!”
Upon hearing that, the crowd finally cheered once more, “The general is wise!”
Returning to Langya City, Chen Qing strolled through an extremely lively market, even at night, it was still bustling.
After just a few steps, Chen Qing caught a waft of fish sashimi scent, fresh and not fishy.
It’s New Year’s, you had to eat some fish.
In the past, when he spent it alone, he didn’t care much, but now he had a family.
He needed to buy some fish to eat with Xuanping and Sisi.
Chen Qing looked back in the direction Yan Shiyin left.
Once he left, Chen Qing didn’t think he would come back alive.
Stopping in front of a fish stall, “Shopkeeper, how much for the fish?”
The shopkeeper smiled and introduced, “Twenty Spirit Stones per pound, not selling less than five pounds!”
Chen Qing laughed, this gave him a sense of familiarity again, “I’ll give you eighteen Spirit Stones per pound, and I’ll buy thirty pounds!”
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, “Alright, alright, considering it’s this festive time of Lord Wen’s presence in the world, I’ll give you a discount.”
Chen Qing cheerfully paid five hundred and forty Spirit Stones, and took away thirty pounds of fish.
He had only walked about ten steps when someone shouted from behind, “Fisherman, aren’t you foolish not to recognize Lord Wei in front of you!”
The fisherman then realized, and was about to chase after Chen Qing, shouting, “Lord Wei, Lord Wei, the fish is free, it’s on the house!”
But just as he was about to catch up with Chen Qing, he found him already vanished in the blink of an eye.
After asking the patrolling soldiers in the city, Chen Qing arrived at Yan Sisi’s door, knocking lightly.
“Sisi, let’s go, let’s eat!”
“It’s New Year’s, the family should eat together.”
Inside, there was a rustling sound, and in just a moment, Yan Sisi had come to the door.
Her small body seemed no more than eleven or twelve years old, and her face was uncharacteristically painted with rouge.
Chen Qing knew she had coughed up blood a few days ago, so she used rouge to cover it up, he didn’t mind much.
“Thank you, Brother Qing Family.”
Those eyes, like swirls of clouds, seemed to understand everything in an instant.
Chen Qing walked ahead, and she followed him.
She took two fish in her hands, helping to carry them, heading towards the guard palace.
Returning to the guard palace, Xuanping glanced at Yan Sisi, Chen Qing said, “From now on, we’re family. Sisi is my sworn sister.”
Xuanping took Yan Sisi’s hand, and they walked towards the kitchen, laughing and chatting.
During dinner, Yan Sisi drank a lot of wine, until she was so drunk she sank onto the table.
Chen Qing said, “From now on, you’ll have an assistant for handling intelligence.”
Xuanping asked, “Are you sure it’s okay?”
Chen Qing nodded, “It’s fine, the first time I met Yan Shiyin, we agreed.”
“Regardless of who wins, we wouldn’t harm his sister and Wushang.”
“In all of Nanli, I’m the only one who truly understands Yan Shiyin.”
“He’s like me; he has an abnormal sister.”
“And I have an abnormal brother.”
Xuanping said, “Then I’ll go prepare a room for Sisi.”
The whole city full of cultivators didn’t know.
That man riding north and south, causing dread among countless major tribes.
That man rising from obscurity to formidable force.
That hero of Nanli, decided tonight to die.
The people indulged in the festivities.
Ying Wugang and Zuo Chuan got top scores, and drank till dawn in the tavern.
In the Housekeeper Mansion, Su Yi lit a lamp, handling endless tasks across the vast domain.
In the academy, Jiang Xingchuan picked up Chen Qing’s new writing, “Nanli Common Gu Theory – Iron Skin Gu Chapter”, for in-depth study.
In the barracks, Xuan Cuo and Xuan Mang rode out of the camp, waiting for the return of the expeditionary Lu Shenglong in the vast snow.
Zhang Can and Yan Bailiang sat in the snow, brewing wine and discussing swordsmanship, plucking strings and singing, swordplay swirling in the wind and snow.
Wei Qingchen ate the meal brought by Xuanping, sitting alone on the steps in front of the guard palace, eating meat and drinking wine alone, watching everyone passing by the guard palace.
Seeing Xuanping carry Yan Sisi away, Chen Qing returned to his room, adjusted his mood, ready to join the night’s gathering.
Putting on the bronze ghost mask, Chen Qing closed his eyes and reopened them, finding himself on the Cloud Platform.
The other four people were already there waiting patiently.
Xu Yaofeng slightly bowed his head, “Happy New Year, respected Senior Taichu.”
At this moment, Ji Ru seemed to relax her entire body, no longer the naive girl, full of charm.
“Happy New Year, respected Senior Taichu, another year has passed.”
Hu Yao playfully greeted, “Senior Taichu, Happy New Year!”
Murong Lang clasped the paper fan in his hands, saluting, “Happy New Year, Senior Taichu.”
Chen Qing slightly adjusted his posture, leaned back against the chair as calm and firm as before.
